By Isreal John
That rush through my spine,
The contortion of my flesh,
That taste of cold air.
Chilling the water was,
I tried to hold my breath,
Tried to keep it in,
But this voice in my chest,
Screeching, and pounding,
And beating.
I place my hand where it lies and beg it to stop.
I hear it so clearly,
Becoming so small,
I cry out to it’s voices,
But I can’t hear them all.
By Isreal John I wanna walk into the woods till I’m lost, Till my knowledge of everything to come, And everything before is gone,…
By Isreal John When everything fallsI may fall tooAnd when I doAt least I’ll be true…
By Isreal John I’ve walked through days I thought wouldn’t lastI’ve talked through nights longer than my entire pastOnly after did I know those…
